[announcing the actual con they'll be doing] The "Glengarry Glen Death". It's like mutual fund, but instead of stocks, you invest in, in death. [Walks out to the balcony]
It's right underneath the seat. All right? That means it's got to be pressure sensitive. If you move, this thing's gonna go off. Chill.
[Eliot lays back down to look at the bomb]
HHardison
Pressure sensitive? It's pressure sensitive. You sure? Okay. Pressure. Pressure. Okay, um. Eliot, go-go g-get a bag of bricks, right. Bricks, and you put it on the seat at the same time I roll off.
I think that's an excellent policy. I'm Tom's brother. Hi. Mark.
[Eliot kisses the receptionists hand. She looks at Hardison]
HHardison
I'm-I'm with him.
RReceptionists
So, you're a friend of…
HHardison
No, no, I am—
[Hardison puts his arm through Eliot’s. Eliot stiffens]
HHardison
I am with him. See, he thinks the flirting makes me jealous, but it doesn't. You know, but if you was, like, Brad Pitt or Denzel or somebody, oh, girl, it would be on, seriously.
You took him out for tacos? Nate, you're enabling him.
HHardison
Whoa, whoa! I haven't slept in three days! I had a showdown with two different gangs, who now, by the way, know my face, I sat on a bomb, and all of this could have been avoided had you gave the man a taco?